Purplish red, pink—no, cherry red.
And there was a hint of blood in it.
Strange colors rolled and flowed through the air, weaving into dazzling splendor. When Zheng Qing studied them closely, the Small Sapling in his Sea of Consciousness rustled with delight.
Without realizing it, he fired his Talisman Gun less and less often, devoting more and more attention to those strange colors.
"What are you doing?" Jiang Yu yanked him aside, pulling him clear of a huge branch falling from above. It came down like a battering ram, trailing a heavy whistle through the air.
Zheng Qing turned to her sluggishly. "Don't you think... when you look at those colors, it's like looking at a starry sky? Brilliant, magnificent, poetic."
Bang!
Jiang Yu shot apart another approaching Withered Tree Demon. At the same time, she tossed a Jade Bead onto the ground, summoning another sheet of Pale Green Flame that burned the White Fine Grass, which had grown nearly a foot tall again, back to white ash.
Only then did she have a moment to answer him.
"A starry sky?" Jiang Yu studied Zheng Qing's vaguely vacant eyes, and alarm crossed her face. "We have to leave. Now!"
She reached into her belt for the Blood Talisman Bomb, ready to carry out their last-resort plan.
But a hand closed around her wrist.
"Wait," Zheng Qing murmured, his head tilted back and his gaze unfocused as he watched the colors swirl and spread. "Wait a little longer... I feel like these colors are good for us."
Jiang Yu answered by pulling a bottle of Lourdes Holy Water from her bag.
Splash.
The faintly glowing liquid drenched Zheng Qing from head to toe, raising thin wisps of blue-green smoke. Clusters of strange color shrieked and fled his body like cats